The day was unseasonably humid and dark, a thick fog having descended over manicured lawns. Washed in light from the vestry window, she held her ground, all thought at bay, bar the steel determination long ago instilled in her by her unconventional tutor. ” “I realize I can’t see my mom or brother again. \" Mark was tall and skinny, a mop of brown hair over a pillar of freckles. “To tell you the truth, I am a little dull. . ’ Gerald eyed her.
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